The Works in Verse and Prose, Band 2

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R. and J. Dodsley, 1764

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Seite 170 - THE world may be divided into people that read, people that write, people that think, and foxhunters.
Seite 56 - Prudent men lock up their motives ; letting familiars have a key to their heart, as to their garden.
Seite 131 - Ruinated structures appear to derive their power of pleasing, from the irregularity of surface, which is variety ; and the latitude they afford the imagination to conceive an enlargement of their dimensions, or to recollect any events or circumstances appertaining to their pristine grandeur, so far as concerns grandeur and solemnity.
Seite 333 - Her beams, reflected from the wave, Afford the light our revels crave; The turf, with daisies broiderd o'er, Exceeds, we wot, the Parian floor ; Nor yet for artful strains we call, But listen to the water's fall. Would you then...
Seite 91 - I was well afiured could be no guide to me), and that other parts would follow of confequence.
Seite 50 - Some reserve is a debt to prudence ; as freedom and simplicity of conversation is a debt to good-nature. There would not be any absolute necessity for reserve, if the world were honest: yet, even then, it would prove expedient. For, in order to attain any degree of deference, it seems necessary that people should imagine you have more accomplishments than you discover.
Seite 353 - Halesowen scene, with a group of houses on the slope behind, and the horizon well fringed with the wood. Now winding a few paces round the margin of the water, we come to another...
Seite 20 - He concludes that schemes infinitely various were at first intended for our pursuit and pleasure ; and that some find their account in heading a cry of hounds, as much as others in the dignity of lord chief-justice.
Seite 389 - On purpose he planted yon trees. That birds in the covert might dwell ; He cultur'd his thyme for the bees, But never would rifle their cell. Ye lambkins that play'd at his feet, Go bleat — and your master bemoan ; His music was artless and sweet, His manners as mild as your own.
Seite 347 - It is impossible to give an idea of that immense variety, that fine configuration of parts, which engage our attention from this place. In one of the compartments you have a simple scene of a cottage, and a road winding behind a...

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